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The Lever Of Atlas {winter solstice}
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The Lever Of Atlas {winter solstice} |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
 In an instant immeasurable The lever of Atlas Tilts our world on its axial, A far as it can Away from the sun: * Gold gears turn on jewel pins The clock again, starts its round Following the curve of cosmic bend; Stopping for an-atomic moment Where a new year begins, From the same-exact point Where it last year began. * I am put half asleep, the eve of this; * Chloroformed by the soaked rag of a daydream The distilled friction-steam made When life's essence is pressed osmotic Through passing time membranes' To condense in the cells of the brain. * High on narcissus-and bright pansy faces Carried in bunches by cotton dressed woman, Some old, some young, some middle, all riding On clock-hands, that move me towards oblivion... * In illusion, I see times appatite A chimera that nibbles the edges of dark, Overpowering-devouring it, minute By minute, its teeth grinding incessant Making winters shadow grow bright As it moves towards a different Equal light station Where medallions of coltsfoot Poke gold through snow, Redesigned By the prosess of melting. * My dreams float on spring-rain rivulet's Onward down the sluice of time, Reaching a vacuum in need of fill, Where I rest until winters void overflows Before moving on, Towards a different equinox ritual. [This message has been edited by ice (12-22-2011 10:38 AM).] |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
There are so many musical words in this poem; I love how they sound when I read it out loud. I'm sure my imagination butchered the meaning or feeling, but I had such an image of a great clock-work universe inside of a snow globe. I felt like the quiet observer. Your last stanza really brings it home... I truly enjoyed this.  |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Damn, Ice, but you went deep, as in "deep" for this solstice rendering. You had me looking up word, scratching my head, patting my foot and generally having a damn good time with the meandering of this poem. Great writing, Sir! ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Wow! Dear Ford, this just blows me away into a moment of mystical perception ... beyond time and space, despite our being anchored in the relentless change which works as a parameter for the passing of time. Deserves a second read of course and is saved! Margherita "Love is the One who masters all things; |
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tracie66 Member Elite
since 2000-01-18
Posts 4713Australia |
 this is sensational!Love is the life of the soul... |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Enjoyed it all my friend, but my favorite part was the image at the top!! Go figure, huh? j. |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
Ohhh my. As I am irrepressibly drawn to anything steampunk....and your poem opens with such a huge ticking of those gears....I could barely breathe the rest of the way in....breathtaking in scope and color and depth. |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Nicole Jerry Margherita Tracie J.W. Bel1e I just got my computer back from the shop. Having been only able to reply to replies on a laptop, which drove me nuts because of the finger mouse thingy. I have it back now, and just wanted to thank all of you for your wonderful comments....:-) |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
Finger mousy things are not all that bad, ice...LOL....just revisiting.... |
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